Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.